Tag Archives: my mother

I used to think that my mother said she loved me but it was a lie. And the truth was what she told me via decades of emotional abuse. But I see now that when she expressed her hatred and … Continue reading →

A photo I took shortly after escaping my abusive family home Being a visually oriented person, photography has long been a great interest of mine, though it wasn’t always accessible to me. I remember the first significant time I used … Continue reading →

When I was a teenager, my mother exclaimed to me many times “I just want you to be happy!” Yet she didn’t want that enough to treat me with kindness, respect my boundaries and provide me with a good start … Continue reading →